I don't own Ouran High School, the Suohs do. I don't own the Host Club, I suspect Kyouya does! Nor do I own Ouran Highschool Host Club, so don't sue me please ^_^
At first it seemed like Haruhi was leaving, because she went up three steps of the stairway. But then she bent over the railing to Morinozuka Takashi, who was standing right next to it: „I'm sorry, senpai!" She was actually a few inches higher than him, so he raised his face with a miligram of surprise in it. Than she gave him a kiss, a not-too-long but not-too-short simple kiss. She pressed her soft lips to his so lightly that he barely felt the touch; yet he felt her sweet warmth and her scent. Morinozuka's oversensitive sense of smell had found itself in paradise at her half artificial (a unisex perfume – sandal wood), half natural scent (her body gave the sandal wood a very girly aroma, he thought).
For some reason, they both found it quite hard to break the kiss, not that they got obssessed by passion, they just felt so ... comfortable. She leaned her forehead against his for a second, teared her lips away from his and wanted to say something, but nothing came out of her mouth... So she excused herself from the club, clearing her throat in search for her lost firm voice. She couldn't stop furrowing her brows. It shouldn't have felt so nice ... Should it?
Half an hour later, first blush arrived in Mori's face.
„Haruhi." She jumped a little; she got goosebumps everytime he called her name. Using that deep voice of his, it felt like he was whispering right next to her ear even if he was on the other side of the room.
„Yes, Mori-senpai." She stopped three steps from him, remembering the awkward feeling three days ago.
„ ...'ve heard you were looking for a job." His voice was very quiet, almost inaudible, demanding her full attention.
„Yes."
„Mitsukuni's uncle has a law firm." He paused, but she just looked at him. Morinozuka was forced to describe the matter – to provide a group of sentences. His lips grew thin in frustration. „It's small. Top clients only. He needs to move his office. Keep all the papers and stuff in order." Pause. „He told me to get a friend and go help him."
Haruhi's eyes widened. „And you want to ask ... me?" He kept his gaze in a far corner of the room, but gave a little nod. He heard her drawing a big breath, as if she wanted to scream with joy. „Thank you," her moved voice betrayed her. „Thank you, thank you! What are the conditions?" This time, she didn't feel the slightest hint of suspicion.
Mori thought about it for a moment. „First I'll introduce you. The twins will dress you up. Uncle requires proper clothing." He realized it was not that hard to talk when Haruhi was the one listening. „Tomorrow after Club, are you free?" She nodded. „I'll take you to his place. It won't take long. Tell your father."
„I still can't believe it ..." A smile began to spread slowly and dreamily across her face. „Oh, Mori-senpai! Should I come as a girl or as a boy?"
He felt the heat reach his cheekbones, yet he knew it would take some time before the blush got visible. „Girl," he murmured.
„You're right, I will be showing my ID anyway," she knocked her head, mocking herself. First guests enetered the Host Club. „Thank you very much," she bowed deeply and gave him a beaming smile before rushing to the door: „Irasshaimase!"
The two afternoons in the law office every week felt like Mori in Wonderland.
Haruhi trying to hide her excitement when she was told what her pay was going to be. Morinozuka picking her up in his black limousine regularly. Haruhi's glittering eyes when she found out this job will be considered as internship.
Haruhi in a two-piece suit. Haruhi with a feminine white shirt. Haruhi walking on short heels. Haruhi with earrings. Haruhi having mascara on her beautiful eyelashes. Haruhi allowing herself to speak in a girly voice from time to time. Morinozuka opening doors for her.
Haruhi giving a fragile shriek as she lost balance at the stairway and he caught her. Haruhi trying to put a folder in a top shelf and their skin touching when he took the folder out of her hand and did it for her. Haruhi giving him, only and exclusively him, a sweet smile whenever he carried something heavy for her.
Haruhi bringing them both snack boxes she prepared. Morinozuka's obentou including a chocolate muffin from time to time. The goodbye when he drove her back home growing longer with Haruhi daring to touch his knee or shoulder.
„Haruhi, you two are standing under mistletoe!" Honey pointed out as they were tidying that day's American Christmas decoration in the Club (even though it was November). Mori was just about to take down the mistletoe and Haruhi came over to hold the ladder still.
„So what?" she asked.
„Well, you have to kiss each other!" Honey exclaimed.
„Oh." Haruhi commented with that cute wide-eyed expression she sometimes made. „And does it count if we're removing it?"
Mori and Honey exchanged a long, meaningful look.
„Definitely," said Honey.
„But-" Haruhi stopped as the ladder trembled. Mori's long legs landed on the floor in one silent move, placing him right in front of her. Haruhi's throat went dry. With a split-of-second glare, Mori gestured to Honey that he would appreciate some privacy. Haruhi caught a sight of Honey-senpai's back when she felt Mori's hand on her waist. She looked back and found him standing veeery close.
She shivered. That brought uncertainty in his eyes; he slowed down in his motion. The gap between their lips was so big and he was so slow that Haruhi couldn't take it anymore. So she stood up on her toes and drew him closer by his tie.
As soon as their lips touched, all the uneasiness was gone. It erased everything that had been bothering them lately and replaced it with humming peacefulness. Curious about the effect their bodies had on each other, they reached for more contact. Mori was bent over so that he could meet her lips,which meant she had to arch her back if she wanted to feel more of his warmth.
As she tugged on his jacket, his long fingers cupped the back of her neck. He cautiously began a new kiss, a bit deeper one. She sighed and unconsciously pulled him closer, but the moment her own tongue tasted his lips, her eyes flew open and she froze. Waking back into reality, she found herself making out with her senpai in front of another senpai (who of course started peeking as soon as he could). His eyes slowly opened, too, and he didn't protest when she backed out of his arms.
„Oh, I'm gonna, umm, bring those to the store room," she stuttered, pointing her finger in a wrong direction, lifting whatever was at her feet and wobbling out of their sights.
„You actually didn't think I was serious, did you?" asked Honey, referring to an earlier talk they had.
Mori was gazing at the place where Haruhi disappeared.
„But it went well, don't you think, Takashi."
He didn't even get the traditional aah answer.
„By the way, I measured it, 20 seconds, that's the longest kiss you've had so far," Honey teased, yet Mori didn't make a sound.
Sooner or later, the part-time job had to end. After moving the last piece of doccumentation, Honey's uncle held an office party – Haruhi never drank so much sake, but well, she was forced to. As the boundaries collapsed, she and Mori had many short talks interlaced with pauses that didn't feel awkward. She didn't realize they had been sitting next to each other for hours until the boss called it a night, pointing out that it was technically morning.
Haruhi fell asleep in the limo; she leaned her head against Mori's shoulder and then slumped in his lap. As the limo stopped in front of her home, Mori tried to wake her up, but she only made her position more comfortable. Mori could feel the rush of blood in his body. He drew his mouth closer to her ear and whispered: „Haruhi." She shivered in sleep. „Haruhi." She slowly opened her tipsy eyes.
„Mmm~Mori senpai," she almost purred and to make sure it was him, she touched his face with ten tiny fingers. „Are you OK? You're burning up," she asked, concern mixing into her drunk voice.
„A~ah," he blinked to snap himself out of the thick pink aura around her mouth and fingertips.
„You know what this is a perfect opportunity for?" There was mischief in her eyes and Morinozuka decided it looked adorable on her. „Mori-senpai...?"
Her elfish fingers found his ear and distracted him so much he wasn't able to answer. He should do the right thing and send her home right away.
„Moorii-sennnpai.." Haruhi sang his name, fingers playing with his hair. He caught the hand in a gentle grasp to stop the teasing. Her hand was about half his size.
„Ta-ka-shi," she tried out his first name and overwhelmed the tall silent student with an unbearable urge to kiss her. Her lips were slightly open and inviting, her head was lying in his lap with absolute trust, her eyes sparkled with some sort of wishfulness.
Not sure whether he could keep his composure for the first time in years, Mori reminded her: „We're drunk." His voice sounded rasp and unsteady.
Haruhi pouted and made him want to kiss her even more. She was so close and she smelt so good... Morinozuka decided to compromise. He pressed his lips against the palm of the hand he was still holding and kissed it as if it was her mouth. One quick peck followed another until he opened his lips a little and tasted her skin. If they could just stay in the limo for the rest of the night...
Haruhi's breath hitched and her soft fingertips touched his cheeks in an encouraging manner. Decided that he just needed to kiss them too, Mori moved her hand and pressed his o-shaped lips against every pad of her fingers. She sighed a shaky breath and called him Mori-senpai again.
He closed his hand around hers, hiding it from himself, and looked out of the window in an attempt to cool down.
„Should walk you to the door," he murmured.
Haruhi didn't answer, but she let him help her stand up. As they arrived at her door, she was about to kiss his cheek or something when the door burst open and her father cut their goodbye short.
The day after, Mori barely said a word during the whole Host Club time. He did often sit close to Haruhi, though.
„I can't believe there'll be no more Tuesdays and Fridays," Haruhi sighed as Morinozuka silently helped her clear the tables.
„Unn," Mori agreed. „Still need a job?" he asked after a while.
„Well, dad had an interview last week that went rather well, but they still haven't answered, so..." Haruhi shrugged. „Yeah, I'd feel better if I found something."
„Letter of recommendation." Mori decided after another minute. „I could get you that... From Mitsukuni's uncle."
Haruhi gasped: „That would be great!"
„And... We could look for your job together," Morinozuka was looking away and scratching the back of his neck. „I know some places."
„Oh, Mori-senpai..."
„Should also drive you to uncle's when your paycheck is ready."
Haruhi grinned at the prospect of seeing her favourite host so often.
„Should I leave my Tuesdays and Fridays free, then? In case we needed to do any of those things." Haruhi asked innocently, playing his game.
Morinozuka gave her a small, tender smile. „Ah," he nodded.
They didn't even realize they were dating. Well, Haruhi had some suspicion, but she would never call it dating. They were... spending time together.
They kept it a secret from the rest of the Club, though. Haruhi couldn't stand the idea of the twins and Tamaki-senpai ruining their oasis of harmony once they found out and forced themselves in their afternoons.
She knew it sounded cheesy, but she felt such... peace when she was with the one classified ironically as the wild type. She'd always been very down-to-Earth and the craziness of Ouran High was sometimes a little too much for her. She needed Mori-senpai by her side to keep her sane, to be her anchor. When she imagined herself working in the harsh realm of law, she realized she was going to need someone like that in the future, too. She blurted this thought out when her father entered his new job and Mori offered to cancel their meetings. She turned red afterwards, but the panic had done it's damage and the words were out.
Morinozuka simply nodded and never mentioned it again. The next time he visited, he brought a few movies with him.
„Oh, I'm sorry, Mori-senpai, we don't have a DVD player," Haruhi hated to point that out.
„Huh," Mori shrugged. „Watch it at my place?"
Haruhi gave him a beautiful smile. „I'll go ask my dad."
She got her permission in the form of: „Good taste. Run off, my child!" She ran to grab her cellphone and on the way out of her room, she checked her hair and changed her T-shirt for a nicer one.
Oh my god, this totally feels like a date! She finally thought.
Every Tuesday Mori would take her somewhere, usually running errands for their families or the Host Club; and every Friday they would watch a movie at his place or listen to music at hers. Haruhi discovered a huge music geek in Morinozuka Takashi when she stumbled upon his monstrous album collection. She was surprised by the range of styles, from old rock to some of the hottest pop, from traditional Japanese melodies to mystical Irish music. The only thing that bugged her was the low volume at which Mori was used to listen to his music.
While they listened to his favourite tracks, she noticed he often mimed the guitar notes and so she asked him whether he played it. He nodded, but was too shy to play something for her. Maybe later, she hoped. When she showed him her small collection of CD's and played some of it, he mostly nodded agreeably.
One such afternoon, Haruhi looked out of the window and sighed. It's dark already. I remember our first Friday – the sun was up till 7 o'clock. Is it really winter? Six weeks at the law office, two weeks of fake job-hunting and four weeks of simply Tuesdays and Fridays... Oh my, it's been WHOLE THREE MONTHS!
She looked over at Mori-senpai, who was biting off a piece of scotch tape to repair her torn textbook. Oh damn, she had been daydreaming about his lips for weeks. From what she remembered they were soft on the surface but otherwise firm and rather thin than plump. Or as Haruhi secretly called it, absolutely male and musky. Now stop drooling, Haruhi. Seriously, this instant.
Suddenly, the lights went out. Haruhi checked whether there was light coming from her neighbors' windows and found none.
„Blackout?" Mori's voice caused a shiver down her spine.
„Yeah, but they usually fix it in ten minutes or so, we can just wait it out."
Haruhi could see a little in the dark, so she navigated herself in the seat opposite her senpai. She studied his outline, growing more and more nervous. She needed to get this off her chest once and for all.
„Mori-senpai," she spoke in a low tone but it still came out loud and harsh to her ears.
„Unn," he indicated his full attention.
„I really like... Tuesdays and Fridays. I really... Like getting to know Mori-senpai better. The more I discover the more I like y-... I – I like you." The last time Haruhi felt this nervous was when she was paralyzed by stagefright. „Will-w-will you be my boyfriend?"
There were three agonizing seconds of quiet before Morinozuka cleared his throat and murmured: „Kinda thought I already was."
A huge breath escaped Haruhi and she gave a laugh of relief. Somehow, she managed to climb in his lap without hurting any tender parts. She framed his face with her hands and heard him gulp. Opening her mouth but having no words to say, she just kissed him.
And like with magic, all the nervousness was gone and the oasis of harmony was blooming in their chests. Haruhi relaxed her body against his while her lips were enjoying his response. She sighed in contentment as his hands enveloped her small body.
Mori worked his lips against hers slowly but systematically. Soon, his hands proved that he was in fact the wild type, for even while resting on the curve of her hip or on the curve of her back, the slight movements and pressure of his fingers could still make her moan. He contemplated whether to use the chance of her slightly opened mouth or not...
Haruhi unstuck her lips from his in order to take a breath and whispered hotly: „Takashi..."
Takashi shivered at the way his name sounded from her mouth and Haruhi chuckled.
„Oh that's fair," she gave him no space to ask what when she kissed him again.
THE END of this fic. I originally thought about writing a Hikaru X Haruhi X Kaoru chapter as well, but that wouldn't fit the ‚senpai' rule and totally wouldn't be T-rated anymore ^_^'.
Love,
Angie
